No spoilers.
Beta-ed: GlassSplinter
The clicking of the stopwatch filled the space between them. Jack stood there feeling uncomfortable. Not by the request of stripping his clothes, he was very keen to do just that. But with the dry humour that was in Ianto's eyes. It wasn't very inviting, but then again maybe that wasn't the point. It was a challenge of some kind, and Jack wasn't one to back down. That's why he started to undress. He started like he always did, with the cufflinks on his shirt. When he unbuttoned the first cufflink Ianto pressed his stopwatch button and wrote down a number.
"What was that?" asked Jack, keeping his voice steady.
"Just how long you resisted orders," Ianto said with small smile.
"Oh, so," Jack started to grin. "This game will have hidden rules. I like that."
He took his time in undressing, and was rewarded with a tapping of a pen on the clipboard. Ianto wanted to play with nerves, he could do that. He didn't put on the show like he would for a more enthusiastic audience, not that he thought that Ianto wasn't enthusiastic, he just didn't want to show it. That's why he held himself down, making his undressing flat and unflirtatious. But that didn't mean he didn't tease, or that he would give in so easily. He unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn't take it off. He left it hanging loose showing just his white t-shirt. He unzipped his trousers, but left them on his hips, just hinting at what's underneath. His boots and socks went flying across the room, he didn't need them. His belt and suspenders were threatening the position of his pants so he threw them away too. At that point he stopped. Ianto ironically raised one eyebrow.
"Obviously I pressed the button for obedience too early, sir." Ianto's voice sounded like he was purring.
"I have a policy, who wants to see the rest needs to give a hand." He tilted his head and gave him his ordering look.
"Whatever you want, sir," said Ianto with a small smile.
He left the clipboard and the stopwatch on the couch and got up. He approached Jack quickly, and with a few swift movements undressed him completely. He barely touched him in the process. He tucked his palms between his shirt and undershirt and with a small movement lifted the shirt and let it fall down on the floor. He then grabbed the edges of his undershirt and just brushing his skin pulled it up, over his head and down. It seemed like his trousers fell free all by themselves. He'd just tucked his fingers in between his skin and fabric, then stretched the material so that his erection got free, after that it all just fell down.
"See it wasn't all that hard, was it sir?" said Ianto mockingly to his face, which was just an inch away.
"You..." Jack stepped forward, but Ianto stepped backwards and slipped away.
He turned his back to Jack and took the clipboard and stopwatch from the couch. He actually wrote down numbers. Jack was beginning to feel irritated. He had to turn this game to his favor. By now he'd got too little touch, and too much teasing. He wasn't in the mood for that. It was time to change the rules. With that in mind he turned back to his desk and sat on it, leaning back on his arms and lifting his foot onto the surface of the desk. He knew how that looked.
Ianto turned around and Jack was rewarded with a startled look. Color rose to Ianto's cheeks; he held his breath and fixed his gaze on the list.
"Well..." he said and left it hanging there. The stopwatch was still ticking. Wonder what he's really measuring, thought Jack.